Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.